The lonely poet wanders in desert
He all time stumbles and falls ...
He cursed three times from now for ever-
It happens too often you'll tell...
He wants to drink from a flask with a water,
He hasn't a drop and he won't ask advice...
And instead of just one simple error
He'll step on the same rake and twice .
The lonely poet wanders in desert
Without food and repentance.
He probably got a too cruel lesson,
He doesn't demand independence
The lonely poet
© Copyright: Алина Котлев, 2012
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